Thanks. I think I needed a day where all my poor planning, procrastination and inattentiveness came around to bite me, really. If it were any other school it would have been much harder to get to, as well as shift the braingears to school-mode. But this was the one school that was both close and not a holy terror, so I managed to pull it together somehow, and being late did serve as the cliched wake-up call.
Tomorrow starts with pouring rain, which always sounds so nice around here. But so much for laundry.
I know, right? It's totally an excuse to spend a little more time in bed, when a bored child-god drums on the steel rooftops with a billion tiny wet hands. It makes a nice sound, from in here.
That one's slightly recycled; I wrote this last August.
"The rain comes down in buckets and tubfuls here, thrown by a million bored godlings working on their baseball pitch. It bounces off a thousand metal roofs and makes a racket that fills the rest of the air and roars into every window."
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*HUGS BB*
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Tomorrow starts with pouring rain, which always sounds so nice around here. But so much for laundry.
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Things'll get better, I'm sure!
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I'll make it happen.
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And hope on that 20%. Although sounds like you need to spend a day in bed, instead.
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I know, right? It's totally an excuse to spend a little more time in bed, when a bored child-god drums on the steel rooftops with a billion tiny wet hands. It makes a nice sound, from in here.
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And possibly write a book full of amazing metaphors and analogies?
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"The rain comes down in buckets and tubfuls here, thrown by a million bored godlings working on their baseball pitch. It bounces off a thousand metal roofs and makes a racket that fills the rest of the air and roars into every window."
Wherefore need I live in India next, dear heart?
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